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so we just post the poem here. we dont go somewhere else???

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no

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Bitches, I'm back. Miss me much?

Leaf Rising
I feel big
words bursting big, you know?
like when you see somebody and you know
it's them that counts
they are the trees and others are the leaves floating

But I don't want it anymore.
Going up can be great, knowing you're more then the
skinny kid in the playground
with taped glasses
but you know sometimes it's better
because invisibility can be erased, but hatred, disbelief
cold stares
they can't be erased

My name, written up there in big black print
can't be peeled away
magic won't do it
no matter how my name is covered
something will always peel it back

I epitomize what I hate
people fear me
worship me
Let me go back, let me hide beneath the throes of being nobody, being a dead leaf
because leaves, they move
they blow through the breeze
but what I am now, a tree
trees don't move

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Like artist or character?

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Character.

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Bitches, I'm back. Miss me much?